AIGHT I KNOW WHAT IM MANIFESTING FOR FOR THE NEXT HOWEVER MANY HOURS I CARE 💥<-- EMBER

lily.@guileatrophy.bsky.social · 8mo ago

it'll be really bad if my freinds get bluesky and find out ive been live tweeting our session.

As a kid, you always have change to look forward to. Moving out, growing up, so if you hate everything in your life it's okay because it's going to change. But once you're in your 20's your life is supposed to be *good*, so why do I still feel like shit? Why can't living be bearable?!

All right, gang, let’s punch this bitch! One and two and—

Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

Teens are merely big Children and Adults are even bigger Children

the what ✨ calcifer

☆*:. → 💌@latenightemails.bsky.social · 8mo ago

David, can we get the lesbian plant out of here?

I can't believe your tits are one polygon!

FONT WANT TO GET CUT TO BLACK DONT BE BORING BITCH 💥

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OH, C'MON, FADING OUT THE SCREEN WHILE I'M TALKING, REAL MATURE-

OKAY THIS IS LIKE WEIRDLY SPECIFIC FOR A QUOTE 💥EMBER

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uuuugh hearing all that just makes me so unreasonably mad FUCK that shitlord i feel so bad knowing you died and there wasnt anything i could do no matter how much i said your name :(

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. WHAT SORT OF ASSHOLE. WOULD SET UP A WIRELESS MOUSE. AND THEN WELD IT TO THE COUNTER.

((hey sorry for the hiatus, I lost my password))

yeah, you meant well, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't traumatic.

HAVING BEEF WITH YOUR PARENTS INSTILLS A HEALTHY SENSE OF FIGHTING SPIRIT AND COMPETITION I FIGHT POPS ALL THE TIME AND ITS THE BEST BONDING EXPERIENCES WE HAVE! I EVEN KNOCKED OUT HIS TOOTH ONCE! AH YOUTH... 💥

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Having an abusive parent is kinda funny in retrospect like mommy why do you have beef with me im 4 i love you

Cold? Sure I am, but I can’t help but be.

LIES AND SLANDER I DONT GET SAD ABOUT ANYTHING EVER FUCK YOU FUCK OFF AND DIE 💥

❣️💥undyingMistakes🗡️✨@mistakecollective.bsky.social · 12mo ago

she was sad cause our friends and family arent here so she spent the whole holiday sulking and eating candy ✨Calcifer

she was sad cause our friends and family arent here so she spent the whole holiday sulking and eating candy ✨Calcifer

❣️💥undyingMistakes🗡️✨@mistakecollective.bsky.social · 12mo ago

LOOK LOOK LOOK, I AM AWARE I MISSED HALLOWEEN, A CRIME WHICH I WILL TAKE TO MY GRAVE HOWEVER, I HAVE A GOOD REASON! ... THAT I DONT HAVE TO SHARE! 💥 <--EMBER

LOOK LOOK LOOK, I AM AWARE I MISSED HALLOWEEN, A CRIME WHICH I WILL TAKE TO MY GRAVE HOWEVER, I HAVE A GOOD REASON! ... THAT I DONT HAVE TO SHARE! 💥 <--EMBER

i miss a life i never had, the everything i could've been i hope they never have to understand the kind of pain i'm in.

(( OOC: ))

2ollux Captor [tA] is IDLE@twiinarmageddon.bsky.social · 12mo ago

iit2 niice when people tell me theyre 2tupiid and know nothiing wiithout telliing me iin tho2e word2. ii mean fuck. you mu2t know a lot of happy and content wiith theiir fuckiing lot iin liife people. heariing 2cream2 of the dead 2ort of get2 gratiing after a whiile and lack of 2leep doe2nt help.

'Til I'm bloody and bruised. 'Til I've broken my bones. 'Til I won't be abused. 'Til I'm laughing alone.

i'm tired when i wake up, when i'm opening my eyes. when i'm not feeling low, i get tired out by the highs. i'm tired when I go out, when i'm trying to exist but if i don't, i get tired thinking about the things i missed.

TAKE YOUR OLDER SIBLING'S HAND-ME-DOWN JACKET AND RE-STYLE IT, RE-FASHION IT TO THE POINT WHERE IT BECOMES YOUR OWN. THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO THAT WILL DAMAGE IT IS NOT CHANGE IT, NOT MAKE IT YOUR OWN. THEN IT DIES. THEN IT'S OVER. THEN IT'S DONE.

Don’t meet your idols. ...don’t tell me I’m your idol.

I'VE GOT A GUN IN MY HAND BUT THAT GUN WON'T COCK MY FINGER'S ON THE TRIGGER BUT THAT TRIGGER SEEMS LOCKED

Choke, tried to wash you down with somethin' strong. Tried, but the taste of blood remains.

Its name I hate to call it likes to say it's nothing. It lives and breathes and it insists that it is something. It never likes to speak or run or walk or breathe or eat. Instead it creeps at night and sneaks on in and festers while you sleep.

It's really not a competition. I just got an affinity for winning and a penchant for grinning.

honk. HONK. honk. HONK.

I’M NOT CONVINCED THAT I AM- JUST THAT I THINK.

How is it? The taste of despair?